I love this time of the football season. Its the sharp end. The business end. The time when aspiration becomes either realisation (Liverpool) or constipation (Spurs); when promise becomes delivered or reduced to more lies; when real men stand and get counted, and the preening overpaid ponces wither on the vine of also-ran-dom.

So yesterday, White Hart Lane was looking resplendent in brightly coloured kebab shops and fish’n’chip wrapping paper littering the floor. Ahhhh, home. Back again to the land of my people. And to welcome Fulham.

I don’t know about you but most teams give me an instant effect just at the mention of their names. Normally its a bad effect. Sometimes its a good one. Fulham is the latter. I like Fulham. The most inoffensive (and sadly ineffectual) team in the league. But possibly not for much longer. There’s something genteel, something pleasant about Fulham. Nice ground, lovely fans, nice team. Ahhhhhh. And ‘nice’ will get you??? a. nowhere; b. relegated; c. all of the above.

Because Fulham were not just bad but completely awful. They even made Spurs look quite good, and trust me, we aren’t. Not at all. What Fulham also are is very forgiving. We give them ball just outside our area because we can’t defend for shit, and they just pass it gently back to us to give us another chance. Again and again. Other teams are less forgiving, but not Fulham. And so, in their honour, we played like Stoke. But without any of the characteristic violence. Long balls down the middle, goals from set pieces, all scored by players deep at the far post, one yard out, who, when facing other teams, would never haver received the ball; it would have cut out yards before. But Fulham don’t like to defend too well, they like to give opportunities to others. And, for once, Spurs actually managed to take advantage of them. Free points, in da bag.

Chelsea weren’t so lucky. Though luck played no part of it. Just, according to the ever-more-hateful-with-each-point-dropped Morinho, horrendous refereeing. I used to have lots of respect, bordering on love for Jose, but not now. Its always someone else’s fault and his team were unjustly robbed by circumstances beyond their control. Bullshit. Chelsea were shit, couldn’t score goals and got beaten by a desperate and justly rewarded Sunderland. So Jose, I’m afraid you should just FUCK OFF AND STOP BEING SUCH A DICK. That should cover it. Chelsea have become the North Korea of the Premiership and that makes the little Portugezer Kim Jong Un. Not a good place for anyone to be.

Liverpool go top, Arsenal beat Hull to keep up the quest for that unimportant 4th place, and just in case you missed it (or care) Spurs won brilliantly-ish.

Happy wet Sunday

A xxxx